It is a shangri-la inside me… Songs played on the radio are my coffee companions . The sun's percussion tools are flavoring the ambiance , while the sky recites my lines. The sea  (...moved by my words), purifies today's air as deeply as it has done lately... (and ever...). Ecstasy found me meditating , with my gaze's navel tilted to passion's navel of a loved one. And all smell of milky chocolate , and  salty caramel , and pistachio , (as far as my dream unbosoms).